Beauty and the Bitch

Sometimes love is the only thing that counts. sometimes though, love is a liar and it ensnares the wrong people. Love can break a heart or it can mend it.

Submitted:Jun 8, 2011
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AN: This is a true story with some dramtization. All thoughts are
made up and names have been changed. Also, no, it is not about me.
One last thing, they are in fourth grade. ^_^

Thomas:

Thomas forced himself for the
umpteenth time to look at the teacher. It wasn't five minutes
before he was staring at the golden locks of the back of Polly's
head. What is wrong with me? he scolded himself, looking back to
the front of the room. He ended up staring at her again.

She turned around at one point and
looked right at him. Usually she ignored him, so this was a big
change. He smiled really big and waved. She sighed and rolled her
eyes as she turned back to the front of the class.

That little sign that she knew him
was huge. He wanted to get her attention again. He picked up the
object nearest his hand, which happened to be a pencil, and threw
it as hard as he could at her. She turned with a look of pure hate
in her electrifying green eyes. "What do you want?" she yelled in a
hushed whisper.

"Will you play with me at recess?" he
asked because it was the only thing that came to mind. He hadn't
actually wanted anything except to be her focus.

"If it will stop you from throwing
pencils at me, fine," she said just a little too loud.

The teacher turned toward her and
said, "Would you like to share your conversation with the rest of
the class since it seems to be more important than my
lesson."

"No Mrs. White. I was just- I'm
sorry." Once the teacher was facing the board she glared at
Thomas.

When it was recess time she walked up
to him with her arms crossed over her chest. In her wake another
girl walked. She hid behind her only looking at him occasionally.
It took him awhile to realize it was Marisa. Who knew she was that
shy?

"So," Polly said, "what do you want
to do?"

"I don't know," he said hesitantly,
"What do you guys usually do?" He noticed that Marisa was slowly
sliding around Polly. She stood almost at her side at this
point.

"We really like the monkey bars and
the swings," she said, seemingly shocking both Thomas and Polly.
She bowed her head allowing her hair to fall over her face.

"Um..." Polly began, drawing the
attention back to herself, "Yeah so you wanna play on the monkey
bars." Marisa nodded her head with this cute look in her wide
eyes.

Polly started to run off in that
direction and Marisa grabbed Thomas's hand and she followed after
her. When they got there Polly began to play without any kind of
regrouping. "Hey Marisa," Thomas began, "what kind of stuff does
Polly like." Her eyes were like saucers as he asked. He kept
forgetting she was so shy.

She opened and closed her mouth for
awhile before saying, "She really likes English and her favorite
fruit is the peach." She ran up to Polly directly following that
statement. He followed more slowly.

They played a long while before
Thomas realized Polly was still ignoring him. She was paying more
attention to Marisa. He did the only reasonable thing he could
think of. When she jumped down he knocked her over. She stood up
and brushed herself off angrily. "Why did you do that?" she said,
sounding hurt.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it!" he
yelled as though it weren't a lie. "You can push me down if that
will make you feel better." Without a pause she pushed him over.
"Wow, you're really strong," he said, holding his hand out for her
to take. She grabbed it and helped him up. His heart fluttered when
she touched his hand.

"I have to be strong," she said
smiling, "I have two older brothers." They both laughed as Marisa
jumped down. She walked up to Polly and whispered something in her
ear. Her eyes went wide but she just nodded and said,
"Okay."

"What?" Thomas said, looking between
the two of them. "What did she say?"

"Nothing," Polly said, shaking her
head, "By the way, if you like someone it's rude to be mean to them
for attention. You should have just told me. Not that I'd ever like
you. Plus I have a boyfriend."

Marisa:

Marisa's mouth dropped as she looked
at Polly. Why did she say that? She didn't tell her that Thomas
liked her so that she could rip him apart. She really told her so
that she would back off.

Thomas just blinked stupidly like
that would change her words. "Polly that was mean," Marisa said in
her sweet, quiet voice. Thomas looked at her then and
smiled.

"No," he said, "It's fine. It was
what I needed to hear." His eyes still looked hurt, but he seemed
to be pretty capable of shaking it off. "I'm just gonna... go
swing, okay?" He walked away before she could respond.

She looked at Polly and said snidely,
"That was just so sweet of you," before running after him. By the
time she reached the swings he was at the highest point you could
be. She sat on the swing next to him and started to pump.

Soon she was going as high as he was,
but she couldn't get a word in like that. She yelled, "Stop!" when
they met in the middle. He jumped out and landed on his feet so
perfect. If she hadn't been swinging she would have run to him to
make sure he was okay. He stood and walked over to the swing. He
sat down just as she slowed enough to stop herself.

"I've had a crush on her since first
grade. I finally got up the nerve to do something about it and she
does that," Thomas said, shaking his head angrily.

"Don't worry about it. Polly is mean
to all guys even her boyfriend. I wish I had a boyfriend to set an
example for Polly. She needs a lot of guidance and her mother isn't
a very good teacher."

"Wait," Thomas said softly, "you
don't have a boyfriend." Marisa just shook her head. "But I thought
you were dating Roger. I mean you're always talking to him."

She started laughing loudly. "Roger
is my step-brother." She kept laughing unable to stop. He thought
she was dating her brother. "There is only one person at this
school I'd consider dating."

"Who would that be," he said looking
into her eyes.

"Oh, no one. I don't like anyone
really," she said, blushing and turning away. She couldn't just
tell the person she liked it was him.

"C'mon, you can tell me," he said,
his voice getting cut off by the end of recess bell. She hurried
away before he could push it any further.

Thomas:

He looked after her following the
other students inside. As he sat in class he tried to get her to
look over at him, but she seemed to be purposefully avoiding his
gaze. He just wanted to know who she liked because he had this
weird feeling it was him.

It couldn't be though. They barely
even knew each other; they barely talked. Then he thought of his
crush on Polly. He had never really talked to Polly. Finally he
couldn't take not knowing and he whispered, "Marisa, who do you
like?"

She turned then and whispered back,
"I'll tell you at snack time. Okay?" He nodded his head and
returned his vision to the teacher. Snack time seemed to take ages
to begin, but finally it was here. He saw Marisa immediately. She
was sitting on the window ledge nibbling on her snack cake. He
started to walk over to her with a weird mix of emotions building
inside his stomach. He wanted to be the one; he didn't. He liked
her too; he didn't. This little girl was messing with his
head.

Marisa:

She saw him walking over and she
couldn't watch him. She looked quickly out the window at the
passing clouds. She heard him sit down on the windowsill next to
her. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw he was looking
at the sky too.

"That one," he said calmly pointing,
"looks like a duck." She looked at the one he indicated to find he
was right. "And there's a bunny." Once again he was right. Then he
looked down from the sky and looked at her. "And this one here is a
girl, a very pretty girl."

She looked down blushing and letting
her hair cover her face. He pushed it back as he said, "I hate it
when you do that. It covers up your pretty face." Still looking
down she grabbed a strand of her hair and started stroking it. He
grabbed her hand to stop her, but once she had let go of her hair,
he held onto her hand. "You never did tell me who you like," he
said smiling.

"You know, of course," she wanted to
tell him, but she was still being shy, "It's-it's- you. I like you.
I really like you."

"I figured as much." He grabbed her
other hand and said, "Do you want to be my girlfriend. I'd really
like that."

"If that's what you want, then I'd
love that." She didn't know why, but she really wanted to kiss him.
"It's only official if we kiss," she said, hoping he'd still want
to be her boyfriend.

"Okay," he responded, "Should we kiss
right now?" She nodded her head afraid to speak for fear of what
she'd say. It was a short little kiss, but it made her insides
warm.

She heard Mrs. White walk over. "That
is inappropriate behavior for school you two," she scolded, "Go to
the principal's office." They both looked at each other confused as
to how it was bad to kiss. Then they walked to the principal's
office hand-in-hand.